A Constitute Reality Chapter 2:, an assassination classroom/暗殺教室 fanfic

Oh wow...I am actually taken aback by the reception for the first chapter :O Well, it was a lot more popular than I expected it to be XD (And thank you for the reviews :3 I'll reply to them at the end of the chapter...I hope I don'd disappoint anyone with this chapter...;-;)

Come to think of it, has anyone guessed what the second difference is? It's not too serious, but something that seems...interesting *cackles evilly*

Anyway, let's go on to the chapter XD [Warning, this one started a little {A LOT} slow, not that many changes to the main plot during Baseball Time! Also some suggestive themes somewhere around Okajima, as always...I mean, just for today]

Quick disclaimer: I do not own assassination classroom :P

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Chapter 2:

What does it mean to be in Class E?

Baseball Time!

AND

Service Time!

"The moon is all they're talking about in America, huh?" Korosensei lies on a deck chair, casually sipping a cold drink and reading a newspaper, occasionally making snide comments. In the middle of a clearing in the forest behind the school...no defenses or anything...watching him from behind a tree, Nagisa feels herself sigh mentally. He really leaves a lot of openings for them to assassinate him, she thinks, her fingers ghosting over her knife. But not really, since Korosensei has an unmatched speed of Mach 20...besides, today was Sugino's turn.

"He makes a point of relaxing behind school everyday before homeroom, after visiting Hawaii to pick up a drink and a newspaper," Sugino murmurs before smiling at his shorter friend. "You were right, Nagisa, thanks!"

Returning his bright smile, Nagisa shifts from foot to foot, her notebook in her hands. "No problem. Good luck, Sugino. Though, for someone who always laments about being short on money, Korosensei sure buys a lot of things." As Sugino refocuses on Korosensei, Nagisa's hand drifts to her waistcoat pocket, where she draws out a tablet. It's the one from several days before, when they were to write a poem...

"Some people just aren't good at saving, I guess," Narrowing his eyes, Sugino uses a strange, well, strange to Nagisa's unprofessional eyes, but she does think that it looks awkward when he does it, wind up before pitching.

The baseball flies straight and true, and for a second Nagisa allows herself the naive hope that it has hit him when-

"Good morning!" A cheerful voice calls behind the two students. "Now show me your best greeting, no mumbling at all!" Nagisa's eyes widen as she notices that her hands are empty. Sugino, on the other hand, glances between the deck chair (Where the newspaper falls gracefully down) and Korosensei.

"G-good morning, Korosensei," Nagisa stares at her empty hands in embarrassment.

"So you embedded the anti-me bullets into the baseball?" Holding up a tentacle covered by a baseball mitt, in which the baseball Sugino had been holding was in, Korosensei begins the evaluation of the assassination technique, as always. "Much quieter than an airgun, for sure. However, the ball flew so slowly, I was too impatient to wait for it to arrive, but touching the bullets directly would not have been good for me, so I popped over to the equipment shed and got a catcher's mitt."

Nagisa feels her expression slip into one of disbelief. What?! Next to her, Sugino's expression mirrors hers.

"I do hope you'll be able to kill be," Green stripes colour Korosensei's face. "Before graduation, that is."

Turning, Korosensei begins to walk away. "Now, to homeroom."

He took my things! Nagisa stares wide-eyed after their teacher.

"Yes sir," Nagisa's attention refocuses on Sugino as he sighs, looking more dejected than ever.

"Dammit. I guess my ball won't work..." Nagisa watches as a grey shadow covers Sugino's face and he bites his lip. It's definitely the look of someone disappointed, but why? It's not as though anyone has succeeded yet... Nagisa stares. This isn't about the assassination, is it?

"Sugino..."

As the days lessons begin, Nagisa notices how Sugino's face grows darker and darker out of the corner of her eye. Frankly, it's a little worrying, especially since he is usually so cheerful. Since Sugino is Nagisa's closest male friend in the class, Kayano being her closest female friend, she really wishes she can help him.

"Hey, Nagisa?" Poking the other girl's shoulder, Kayano leans across the aisle. "Sugino's assassination attempt this morning went badly, huh?" Wordlessly, Nagisa nods. From the corner of her eye, she can see the boy sitting two rows behind her, a tall, lanky boy with limp gray hair and small eyes, drawing something in his exercise book.

"Is that why he's so bummed? I mean, none of our attempts...have...succeeded..." Kayano trails off slowly as Nagisa shakes her head. "He's not upset 'cause of the assassination?" Nagisa nods. "But it failed, right?" She nods again. "So...why?" Shrugging, Nagisa turns her attention back to the front of the classroom, where Korosensei is just writing an 'a'.

As she watches, he freezes almost unnoticeably, but Nagisa picks up on it. Then, Korosensei zaps to the back of the classroom and returns to the front in a gust of wind. Unnoticed by the rest of the class, Nagisa's eyes follow the yellow octopus teacher perfectly, even managing to follow the movement of his tentacles as he uncaps a red pen at the speed of light and makes a drawing on the exercise book that he seems to have snitched from the back of the class. Unless she's mistaken, he's drawing Saitama from One Punch Man on the exercise book of the lanky boy two seats behind her.

"Eh?" Only after the boy speaks up, noticing his book's absence, does the rest of the class realise that Korosensei is peering at them with glinting eyes.

"Sugaya-kun," Korosensei says. Sugaya, the lanky boy, jerks up, looking mortified. Korosensei's face looks like the devil's reincarnation...what's he going to do? Nagisa

"Good job!" Holding up a penciled drawing of himself, with red marks drawing a leaner and bonier face, Korosensei pokes the exercise book with the pen. "But my features are more defined than that."

The thoughts of the class are unanimous -

HOW IS IT FINER?

Maehara even shouts that, looking pissed off.

As the bell tolls, signalling the end of the period, Korosensei returns the book to Sugaya. "Oh, Nagisa-san, please come see me after school. I have to return you your confiscated items, after all, Nurufufufufufu!" Laughing, Korosensei throws open the class window. "Sensei will be going now. I have a game to catch in New York." Before he disappears in a large blast of air.

"There he goes," Terasaka says resentfully.

"It would be nice if he brought back some souvenirs for us, once in a while," Kurahashi comments offhandedly.

"But would you want something to remember your assassination target by?" Kataoka Megu, a tall girl with grey-brown hair, tied back with a barrette, straight bangs, and gold eyes stops by Kurahashi's desk.

"Well, he could bring us some food! Then it wouldn't stick around!" Beaming, Kurahashi holds up a finger, as though she had just solved one of life's mysteries. Smiling at her antics, Nagisa rummages through her bag.

"That's one way to think about it, I guess," Kataoka replies with a sheepish smile, as though she doesn't want to crush Kurahashi's hopes. Where was her Bento? Nagisa's fingers lightly brush over something cold. Wait, my bento is usually plastic - oh.

"What could he bring back from New York?" Isogai wonders out loud, still seated. In front of him, Maehara grins.

"Booze?" The tawny-haired boy suggests impishly.

"We're underaged, Hiroto," Isogai sighs, smiling almost painfully at his friend. Although she still isn't sure how Isogai and Maehara are so close, their personalities seem to be complimentary. Nagisa stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder and begins walking up the aisle.

"Yeah, snacks would be best!" Kurahashi says cheerfully.

"Or a blonde beauty!" Okajima shouts, standing and performing a strange sort of dance with this...expression on his face, one that implies sinful thoughts. Nagisa freezes in front of Isogai's desk, her expression switching from neutral to mildly disgusted.

"Yeah!" Maehara laughs in agreement as Okajima begins hugging himself, chanting the word 'blonde' over and over.

Maybe it's because of her disgust that Nagisa speaks up, something she doesn't do often. "Why a blonde beauty though? It's not like Brunettes are ugly, and I'm pretty sure brown hair is more common in America."

"What do you mean, Nagisa?" Isogai asks as Maehara and Okajima pause, both looking deep in thought.

"Blondes are more common in Europe, actually, most funky hair colours come from Europe, like red hair or blonde hair, not to mention our wonderful eyes," Nakamura Rio, a girl with long, straight, blonde hair and small blue eyes, smirks, flipping her blonde hair for emphasis. She's from Europe natively, so it's obvious that she's proud of it. Nakamura pauses mid-flip, turning to face Nagisa with wide eyes. "Nagisa did your parents ever go to europe and have sex?"

Nagisa's eyes widen. "Nakamura-san!" She exclaims, with a scandalised expression.

"Fine. Did they conceive you in Europe?"

"That's hardly any better!"

"Did they?"

"I-I don't know?" Nagisa's brows knit together and she pouts. There's a pause in which the blue-haired girl wracks her brain frantically, not seeing the sudden circle of females surrounding her. Did her parents conceive her in Europe? Nagisa isn't sure. It's not like she can just ask her parents where they had...procreated to have her...

"You're so cute, Nagisacchi!" Okano Hinata shouts, a girl with brown hair only slightly longer than a boys', her playful purple eyes shining with mischief as she leaps forward and wraps her arms around the smaller girl.

"I JUST WANT TO SQUISH YOU TO DEATH!" Kayano agrees, tackling Nagisa into a bear hug as well.

"CUDDLE PARTY!" Nakamura screams and joins the two girls in their quest to strangle, sorry, hug Nagisa. A few other girls exchange looks of disbelief before joining the pig pile.

"N-Nakamura-san!" Nagisa shrieks. To her, several bodies suddenly knock her onto the floor while she had been thinking, arms wrapping around her like the iron grip of a bear...a few bears. "Kayano! Okano-san! S-Stop!"

"Can't! Kurahashi's on top of me!" Nakamura replies cheekily.

"Eep!"

"Girls," Isogai laughs, shaking his head as the boys in class all stare at the tangle of girls on the floor.

"Girls are so weird," Sugaya agrees.

"I am suddenly thankful that despite my gorgeous looks, girls have never chased me that seriously before," Maehara nods seriously.

"Isogai-kun, help me!" Nagisa begs, her voice muffled by the girls on top of her. She can't quite see him but hopes that he will rescue her. Her breathing is being rapidly cut off.

"Alright, ladies, don't smother your Nagisa," As the rest of the class watches, Isogai actually lifts up the girls and removes them from the pig pile, until Nagisa can be seen, gasping heavily for air. "Up you go," Isogai offers her his hand.

"The ikemen strikes again!" Nakamura whispers.

"No kidding," Maehara watches with a wide open jaw. "How did you pick up...?"

"Well, Isogai's right," Kurahashi smiles cheekily. "We can't kill our adorable little Nagisa!"

"Since when have I belonged to you guys?" Nagisa protests.

"Do you belong to anyone else?" Nakamura asks with a wide smile, watching as Nagisa mulls her words over, the pout on her face present again. An image of a certain redhead comes to her mind, and Nagisa's cheeks heat up and she starts nibbling on her lip, feeling a fair bit ridiculous.

"SO CUTE!" Okano and Kayano squeal, rushing forward to Nagisa, only for Isogai to hold them back.

"Oh, Nakamura-san, I lived in Europe for a period of time," Nagisa says slowly. "And I guess I do belong to someone?"

"Belonging to yourself doesn't count!" Suddenly jumping into the conversation, Maehara watches as Nagisa's cheeks turn red. "I knew it! It's a boy!"

"W-What?!"

"I GOT THE ANSWER!" Okajima suddenly shouts, startling everyone in the class and effectively drawing their attentions.

Saved! Thanks Okajima! Nagisa releases a sigh of relief.

"Blondes have bigger boobs." Okajima declares in the same tone Kurahashi used earlier, the tone of discovering one of the world's secrets. "And not to mention, they're prettier."

"Got that right!" Nakamura laughs as she sashays back to her seat. "Beat that!"

"But isn't Yada the biggest?" Kayano asks.

All eyes in class turn to Yada Touka, a girl with brown hair in a ponytail, held with a scrunchie, and pretty, large, purple eyes. Yada looks slightly embarrassed as all eyes glance at her chest, comparing it in size to Nakamura's.

"She's right though," Kataoka nods.

"And Kanzaki-san is prettiest!" Kayano chirps. Kanazaki Yukiko, a girl with long, straight, black hair, brown eyes and a gentle expression is indeed the prettiest. The girl mentioned seems embarrassed, waving off the praise. It seems like Kayano's trying to knock Nakamura off her high horse, Nagisa thinks with a sigh. "So beat that, Nakamura!"

Smiling at the class's antics, Nagisa starts out of the classroom when she runs into someone.

"Karasuma-san!" Nagisa exclaims, causing everyone to look at the doorway.

"How's things going?" Karasuma asks briskly from where he had just entered the classroom. "Any clues how to kill him?"

"Clues?" Nagisa blinks at the government agents in confusion.

The previously lighthearted air in the class disappears as everyone's glance turns to the floor and no one makes a sound. Nagisa herself feels as though they had just received a hard kick from reality, reminding them all that they are 'the misfits of the E Class'.

As though she has read Nagisa's mind, Hazama sighs, long and hard from where she's seated at the back of the class. "Well, we are the E class."

"It's impossible, Karasuma-san," Isogai tells the man straight up.

"He's too fast," Mimura says ruefully, slumped over his desk.

"You can't kill him at that speed."

"It's true that no army is capable of that feat." Karasuma's eyes narrow and he begins giving them a stern speech. To anyone else's ears, it sounds like Karasuma is scolding that, but, watching his expression, Nagisa notices the softness in it. How, while his words are a little harsh, he's trying to make them face reality and give them encouragement, in his own professional way. It makes her smile, knowing that someone is looking out for them.

As she listens, Nagisa hears her phone buzz, in her pocket.

After drawing it out and reading the text she recieves, she smiles slightly and replies to the text discreetly.

Did you find my present? Figured your pissy mom wouldnt want to make you lunch after yesterday lol (^～^)/

- K

Yes, thank you for the bento (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

I peeked and it was sushi! And sweets!（*´▽｀*）3

- Nagisa

Sitting on the steps leading to the courtyard, Sugino takes a small bite from his bento lunch before sighing and putting it away.

"You ok, Sugino?" A concerned voice asks.

Wrangling a smile onto his face, Sugino turns and nods at the petite blue-haired girl behind him. "Yeah, I'm fine." She hesitates, obviously unsure what to do. "Do you want to sit down?" He offers, saving her from asking.

Nagisa's expression clears and she smiles, sitting beside him. Sugino doesn't have any sort of attraction to Nagisa, although he will readily admit she's cute, as he sees her more like a little sister. Then his eyes fall on her bento, one that is a large metal lunch box. Frowning slightly, Sugino wracks his brains. Doesn't Nagisa normally have a light pink plastic bento with flowers painted on? Maybe she got sick of it, Sugino speculates. After all, it had been pretty childish...Whoa that's a lot of food.

After Nagisa opens her bento, Sugino stares at it open-mouthed. Next to him, the blue-haired girl has a similar expression of shock.

"That...a lot of...food," Sugino says slowly, still taking in the amount of sushi inside. It was a sizable box, packed with sushi with only a small section marked off for other food. There was every kind of sushi, from the more common ahi, ebi, ikura sushi to the more unusual unagi, hotate, hamachi, kani sushi and there were even some rolls, ranging from tempura rolls to california ones. Some pudding, jello and other sweets were inside as well. Glancing at Nagisa, he sees a gooey smile on her face. "Nagisa?"

"It's nothing. Itadakimasu!" It's the happiest tone Sugino has ever heard Nagisa use.

Deciding to leave her to her own devices, Sugino looks at the overgrown courtyard, feeling his downcast emotions return. He holds out his hand in front of him, gripping and trying to see how he can throw so slowly when Arita, the baseball star he has always admired and copied, throws so fast, no one can see the balls soaring past them.

"Here you go," Sugino jumps as a voice pops up next to him, a yellow tentacle covered by a handkerchief holding a baseball with pink pellets embedded in it. "All polished up."

"Korosensei!" Nagisa exclaims. "Welcome back," she offers when neither Korosensei nor Sugino responds.

"Ah, thanks," Sugino looks away, accepting the ball. Korosensei sits on Sugino's other side, clearly mindful of Nagisa's presence. Mindlessly, Sugino begins to throw the ball up and down. "How was-" Sugino pauses, staring at the thing in Korosensei's other tentacle. "Wait, scratch that thought, what's that?"

"Is that a coconut?" Nagisa says at the same time. The two students watch in shock as Korosensei smirks and takes a bite out of the coconut.

"Yes! I got it from Hawaii," Korosensei snickers. "Want a bite?"

"You're supposed to drink it," Sugino says in exasperation.

"Um, I already have my own food," Nagisa declines in a politer way.

"Nyua!" Korosensei squeals when he sees Nagisa's bento. "Is that a jello?"

"Do you want some?" Sugino asks offhandedly, only remembering too late that it's Nagisa's bento, and therefore the food isn't his to offer.

"I'll have some! Itadakimasu!" Korosensei announces, snatching it from the petite girl's bento. Sugino watches as Nagisa's eyes grow wide before a shadow passes over her face and she starts to pick at her food. "It tastes strangely like bugs," Korosensei remarks after a while, a weird expression on his face as he returns the now-empty cup of jello to Nagisa, picking up the pudding next. Nagisa doesn't protest, but her grip on her chopsticks tightens. Sugino almost hits himself for offering Nagisa's food to sensei. It's not in her personality type to yell at someone, so she probably keeps all her irritation within herself.

"I'm s-so s-sorry, Nagisa," Sugino stammers.

"It's fine," She looks up with a kind smile on her face. Sugino can't find a single bit of irritation in her face and he wonders if he has upset her or not.

"Anyway," Eating the pudding at a leisurely pace, Korosensei begins questioning Sugino. "So, you're in the baseball club?"

"I used to be," Sugino begins tossing the ball up and down again. "But when you're in the end class, since our grades landed us in here, we're supposed to focus on studying."

"That's some major discrimination," Korosensei tuts in disapproval.

"Not so bad sometimes," Nagisa speaks up. "I mean, when I see how hard my old club have to work now I sometimes feel lucky. They used to make me play the keyboard, and if I made the slightest mistake my head would be chopped off. Of course, another person's playing it now, but that's ok. Kar-My friend says that I play better, haha."

"Really, now?" Sugino laughs before getting serious, catching the ball, his face falling. "I made so many mistakes when i was playing. My ball was too slow. I was a horrible pitcher, and eventually, I got benched. I lost the will to study, too, and wound up in the old End class..." He stares at the ball, remembering how all the batters managed to hit every single one of his pitches, and how it would soar over his head and he hadn't been able to move, petrified by the glares that had been boring into him.

"Is that so?" Korosensei's eyes glint in the sunlight as he stares at Sugino, who suddenly feels worried. "Let sensei give you some advice..."

And that is how Sugino ends up suspended in the air in the courtyard, tentacles wrapped all around his body, one even in his mouth.

Nagisa screams, nearly knocking over her bento of precious sushi in her hurry to stand. Luckily, Nagisa remembers to replace the cover and put it next to her as she hurries down the stairs to help her friend.

"Korosensei! what are you doing?! What about your promise to not harm any one of the students?" Nagisa asks frantically.

"That unusual pitching form I saw yesterday," Korosensei says, ignoring Nagisa's desperate attempts to pull his tentacles of Sugino. "You're copying major-league pitcher, Arita, aren't you?" Sugino's wide eyes affirms what korosensei had guessed. "But you know," Korosensei lowers Sugino down gently. "The tentacles tell all." His tentacles retract, and Nagisa helps Sugino up. "Your shoulder muscles are out of wack compared to Arita's."

"What's that mean?" Sugino all but snarls, and Nagisa feels her hands tighten into fists.

"You won't be able to pitch his super fastballs with that body," Korosensei's eyes gleam and Nagisa feels something strange in the pit of her stomach. Please don't say what I think you're going to say, I don't want to see Sugino crushed...she thinks, looking at the ground. "No matter how much you try to imitate him."

Sugino's eyes go wide. All his hopes and dreams are all crushed with a single sentence. Nagisa can't help but see his expression, completely desolate and despairing.

"How-" Sugino starts in a scream when Nagisa cuts him off, her voice quiet and almost sinister.

"How can you be so sure?" Her fingers are cutting into her palms, but Nagisa ignores it, even brushing Sugino off when he sets a hand on her shoulder, whispering her name questioningly. "Because we're misfits?" Her voice grows in volume. "Because we're the E Class?" Nagisa's head snaps up and she's full on shouting now, enraged. "So we shouldn't even bother?! Is that it?!" She shrieks, feeling like an absolute banshee.

A cloud falls over Sugino's face, probably understanding what she's talking about.

Looking unbothered by her outburst, Korosensei speaks. "How do I know?" He asks, his voice gravely and serious.

"Why, I checked the man myself yesterday!" Korosensei says cheerfully, holding up a newspaper with a picture of a pitcher in the same position Sugino had been in minutes before.

Their jaws drop. Never mind, then!

"I even got his autograph," Korosensei chirps, holding up a laminated sheet of paper, looking crushed at the words on it. 'Keep your pervert tentacles to yourself! Arita.' Nagisa reads.

"Korosensei, don't you have any delicacy?"

"You asked him after that? No wonder he was upset!" Sugino yelps.

"I couldn't believe my tentacles."

"I get it, I just don't have his talent," Sugino smiles at Korosensei. "Thanks for telling-" A tentacle snakes around Sugino, wrapping around his elbows and wrists.

"On the other hand, your elbows and wrists are far more flexible. Train well and you could far surpass him, there is more than one kind of talent. Find the assassination style that suits you," With that said, Korosensei retracts his tentacles and begins walking back to class. "And Nagisa-san, please come see me when you have finished your sizable lunch."

"My elbows...and wrists...are better?" Sugino is dumbfounded, looking at Nagisa.

"Congratulations," She smiles at him. "You have a talent in baseball!"

"That's great!" Sugino laughs, looking like he can bounce off the walls now that the meaning of Korosensei's words have sunk in.

Nagisa glances at him and chases after Korosensei.

"Sensei? What was it you wanted to see me about?" Nervously, Nagisa squirms. They are standing at the classroom door, where Nagisa managed to catch Korosensei.

"Firstly, what were your thoughts on what just happened?" Korosensei asks, tentacles clasped together behind his back.

"You went to New York for Sugino's sake," Nagisa replies slowly, putting her inferences together. "Because you're his teacher. For some reason, you really want to help us, even though you...you are going to blow up the world. Korosensei, can I ask you why you're our teacher?"

Korosensei seems to stare right through her for a second, before he responds. "I am your teacher because I made a promise to somebody. And due to that, taking you kids seriously is more important than the world."

Nagisa nods, before asking again. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"

"This!" With a flourish, Korosensei pulls out her notebook and tablet with her poem from the other day written on it, the items he had taken from her that morning. Nagisa backs away, feeling scared. Oh no, no no no no no, no, please no- "It was a very well written poem! I could tell all your emotions have been poured into it." Korosensei returns her notebook to her, but keeps a hold on the tablet. "Of course, your notebook was worth looking into, but not much was in there, just little observations of me for assassination purposes, it will be good to add to those, you never know, even though I doubt you'll be able to kill me, but you will need all the help you can get...BUT as I was saying," Nagisa covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. When he had started talking about something else, she hoped beyond hopes that he had forgotten about the poem... "It is a wonderful love poem! Now, sensei is just a little curious, so would you tell me, who is this for? Sensei wants to know!" Korosensei waves the tablet around. "I mean, look! It's more or less a confession of love! Now, who is it for? Is it Sugino-kun?"

"No!" Nagisa shrieks. Sugino is like her older brother, confessing to him would just be weird.

"Maehara-kun? Isogai-kun? Sensei wants to know!"

Her phone vibrates in her pocket. Vibrates again. Someone is calling her

"I need to take that!" Nagisa frantically grabs her phone, beelining for the door.

"Nagisa-san! No using your phone during school hours!"

A few days after the...interrogation...Sugino is back to his normal self, and has even asked Nagisa to practice baseball with him.

She's not good at it, but she does her best, watching in amazement as Sugino's balls increase in speed.

"Good job!" She tells him happily, and he grins at her.

"I'm not going to give up," He says easily. "In baseball or assassination." Then, running over to the open window of the staff room, Sugino waves at Korosensei. "Korosensei! Could you come over here a second? I want to try killing you."

"Nurufufufufu," Laughing with green stripes on his face, Korosensei smirks. "Still haven't learnt your lesson, have you?"

Six students lurk behind trees, watching as their teacher sits in the middle of a forest clearing. Korosensei is kneeling on a rectangular red mat, humming cheerfully as he makes shaved ice.

"There he is," one of the students, Kataoka, whispers.

"He said that he would be behind school today, eating snowcones made from North Pole ice," Another one of the students, Mimura, adds.

"That octopus, hitting the North Pole like it's a corner shop," Maehara, yet another one of the students, whispers.

"Well, he could do something more extreme," Yada, the fourth student, replies.

"Like what?" The fifth student, Okano asks.

"Maybe baking moon cakes with moon rocks?"

"That would just be insult to injury, Yada," Mimura points out.

"I agree."

"Let's go! We split the ten billion," the last student, Isogai, instructs them in a low voice.

The rest of the students nod.

Watching them from behind, Nagisa sighs. Korosensei's probably already aware that they were there. He had surprisingly good hearing for an octopus. Not to mention, all the six students are honest people who aren't good at faking smiles.

"Korosensei!" They run out from behind the trees, smiling and waving happily. "Can we have some too?"

Nagisa watches them. The gait of their running is a little awkward, clearly unbalanced, like they had been crouching behind trees for sometime, or something. Nagisa stares as tears run down Korosensei's face, the teacher beginning to narrate something.

"They have opened up their hearts to me," He says dramatically. "And with such smiling faces." Nagisa sighs again, not fooled by Korosensei's words. Sure enough, he soon corrects them as the six students reach for their knives, leaping towards him with blades extended and plastic smiles.

"How ferocious they must be!" He wails, dabbing at his eyes.

A large cloud forms where Korosensei had been just milliseconds before, and the students cough. Realising that the action is over, Nagisa begins to walk away, frowning at the notebook in her hands. No shown weaknesses. She thinks, before suddenly hearing shouting behind her. Turning back to the clearing, she sees all of her classmates holding rainbow tulips.

"HEY, KOROSENSEI!" Kataoka is yelling, looking like she's about to breath out fire. "These are the flowers we were growing!"

"I-Is that so?" Korosensei stammers out.

"How cruel, Korosensei," Nagisa's brows lift when she sees Yada's eyes tear up. "We took such good care of them, and they had finally bloomed..." She looks away, and Okano seems to have gotten teary too. Oh my, Holding up her notebook, Nagisa watches them intently. Note. They are honest people who can't fake their smiles but can really fake cry.

"Apologies! I'll go get new ones!" He flickers for a second and reappears holding an armful of bulbs. "I'll go replant them!"

Nagisa follows after Korosensei, Kataoka, Okano and Yada as they return to the campus building. Korosensei kneels next to a dirt trench that had flowers the day before. Korosensei begins planting the bulbs as two dragons - uh - girls watch over him.

"Be careful with them!" Megu scolds.

"Got it!"

"No planting them at Mach speed!" Okano shouts.

"Got it!"

"This is the guy who's planning to destroy the earth, right?" Maehara asks Isogai hesitantly. The two boys are standing a little ways off from the strange trio, watching them with skepticism. I wonder who he made the promise too? Must have been someone pretty important for him to care so much for us...Nagisa thinks.

"Yeah...and here he is...planting tulips," Isogai smiles sheepishly.

"Well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or something like that," Yada says cheerfully.

"Yeah," Maehara agrees.

Nagisa smiles at her notebook for a bit before scrawling something down. To her, although it seems a little stupid, anything about Korosensei can be helpful.

"What'chu writing?" Kayano pops out from nowhere, peering over Nagisa's shoulder.

"I thought that I could maybe note Korosensei's weak points, since it could be helpful," Nagisa finishes the kanji she's writing. "Sensei mentioned that it would be good to take note of his weaknesses."

"What, really?"

"Not really, but the meaning was implied..."

Kayano takes the notebook from Nagisa's hands, looking through it. "Whoa..."

" 'When he shows off,' " Kayano reads. " 'Things get shaky.' Nagisa, that applies to everyone!"

"Especially Korosensei. When he tries to do cool things like lecture and replace knives with flowers while making shaved ice, something happens that works to his disadvantage," Nagisa points at Korosensei with her mechanical pencil. "The other day, he tried to take my phone and replace it with a knife, but he didn't notice that it was covered in itching powder, and had some over him the whole day. It was the strong kind, too."

"What? How did itching powder-"

"Never mind that," Sugino swoops in randomly, snatching the notebook from Kayano's hands. "What you guys looking at?"

"Some stuff about Korosensei," Kayano shrugs. "Nagisa says they could be useful..."

"Well, you never know," Sugino flips to a different page. " 'Height: About 3 meters standing on his tip-tentacles...whoa that's pretty tall. Special moves, Supersonic speed...well, that sounds faster and cooler than 'Moves at Mach 20', weight, lighter than he looks, mottos...learn and let live...how exactly did you learn that? ...Uh, sorry to break it to you, Nagisa, but-"

Bzz.

Sugino cuts off and both Kayano and he stare at Nagisa, where the strange noise is coming from. Nagisa sighs, smiling apologetically at them. "I have to take this," Turning, Nagisa walks to a corner of the school building, mindful of her friends' eyes on her. Her phone continues buzzing loudly in her pocket. Fishing it out, she gives a quick glance at the caller ID.

Of course. Who else would call her in the middle of school?

"Hello?" She whispers softly into the phone, keeping an eye on Kayano and Sugino, who are staring curiously at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she can just make out Maehara, Isogai and Yada gaping at her. Using phones during school hours is strictly prohibited, and usually, Nagisa is a stick-to-the-rules person.

"Hey, Nagi," A voice greets her.

Nagisa closes her eyes. Of course. "Is there something wrong, Karma? You keep calling me during school hours...you know you're not supposed to." When she opens them again, she sees that the five students have gotten just a little closer to her, trying to listen in.

"Yeah, I know I'm not, but like...well, I'm bored."

"Just play one of your video games."

"It's not fun anymore. I'm thrashing everyone, they're all so weak!" Karma whines over the phone. "And I've finished all the story-video ones."

"I'm sure you'll find something to do."

"Well, you unallowed me to go get in fights. Not to mention, I'm especially bored 'cause like, some government dude is coming to my house tomorrow and mother made me pack all my things."

Nagisa's eyes widens in surprise, and she forgets to say anything.

"Nagi?"

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't like nicknames," Nagisa pouts, nearly jumping when she sees Kataoka and Okano stop shouting at Korosensei and move closer to her direction. Sheesh, this is just a phone call, flushing, Nagisa takes a few steps back. Why is everyone looking so amazed? I'm just on the phone... "So...your mom's at home?"

"Yep. Ma and pa don't want the government to think they're neglective or something," Nagisa can practically hear Karma's scoff, although he keeps his voice light.

"...Did she say something again?" Nagisa lowers her voice, noticing Korosensei beginning to slow down the bulb planting, clearly trying to hear what she's saying. After snatching her phone, sorry confiscating, the other day and receiving...itching powder all over, Korosensei knows better than to try that again.

"How'd you guess?" Karma laughs bitterly.

"Oh, Karma..." Nagisa thinks about Karma's mother. She's insensitive and brash, probably offending her son on accident. "She's just worried about you."

"Please. Can't you skip and entertain me? It's an emergency..." Nagisa mulls his words over. While she would love to see Karma, she can't skip school. She may miss something crucial about Korosensei.

Well, she may as well help somehow.

"I can't skip, but I do have something you might find interesting. I was saving it for your birthday, but since you need it now, you might as well go get it now," Nagisa sighs. She'll have to get another present.

"Oh? What is it? The One Piece game?"

"Yeah. It's in my room. Taped to the wall behind the Sonic Ninja poster."

"Sweet!" Karma crows.

"Is that good enough? Everyone is class is staring..." Feeling self-conscious, Nagisa cups her hand around her phone. Most of her classmates are gathered around the windows of the class, watching her, the rest of them staring from across the field.

"Say-"

"No."

"Aww. Got it, then. Thanks, Nagisa-chan, I'll see you later!"

"Yeah, bye," Stepping further away from the school, Nagisa whispers her goodbye. "Love you."

"Same," Click. Nagisa sighs, delaying in keeping her phone. The second it's gone from sight, Kayano's going to tackle her...

"NAGISA!" When Nagisa's phone has barely disappeared into her pocket, Kayano flings her arms around her, nearly knocking her over. Fortunately, Nagisa is prepared and merely stumbles and grabs onto someone's arm.. "Who was that? Tell me, teelllllll meeeeee! You were on the phone for ages!"

"Yeah!" Yada suddenly appears at Nagisa's elbow, grinning at her. "Who was it?"

Instead of answering, Nagisa stands quietly and patiently as her classmates swarm around her. Isogai and Kataoka scold her for breaking the rules. Terasaka and his gang, Yoshida, Muramatsu and Hazama all make offhanded comments on how against the code of conduct it is to use devices during school hours. Nakamura, Kayano, Yada and a girl with short dark hair styled in a bob with straight bangs and brown eyes, Fuwa, all pester her about who it was on the phone with her. Sugino follows the example of the girls, ruffling Nagisa's hair as well. Maehara and Okajima make crazy wild guesses at who was on the other end

Looks like it's going to be a long day... Nagisa groans.

"I believe the ministry of defence has already informed you," Karasuma stares at the man in front of him...a man who isn't facing him, choosing instead to gaze out of the window. The principal of Kunugigaoka. "But as of tomorrow, I'll be joining the E Class as their PE and assistant homeroom teacher." Karasuma continues, elaborating on his role as he is in that position, even mentioning that he has a teaching certificate.

After he has left, his underling makes an offhanded command on how understanding the principal in. Karasuma doesn't hesitate to correct him, telling him about the compensation.

"Ouch! If I do any worse, I might end up in the E Class," Karasuma hears from a stout boy with pimples all over his plump face.

"Seriously? Once you wind up in there, you can kiss all hope goodbye!" Another one, a skinny, pale, boy with glasses answers, looking horrified. "They'll stick you in that satellite campus, with no meals, filthy toilets...you'll be treated like dirt by both teachers and student alike. You'll need crazy good grades to make it back."

And there's that, Karasuma thinks, watching the two students as they walk down the hall.

"It really is the End class, isn't it? I'd rather die than end up there." Karasuma looks out of the glass walls of the school, seeing all the students walking with their noses in revision books. Unlike most schools, it's completely silent...and nearly dead, everyone focusing on studying.

"I know, right? Better buckle down so we don't turn out like those losers."

It's simple. A small amount of students experience extreme discrimination, the majority will work harder, fueled with a sense of superiority and pressure. All the same, it's convenient for us, with the satellite campus. Though, the E class scapegoats may be ready to snap. Better prepare for that...

"Oh! Hey there, Karasuma-san!" Kayano grins when she sees the good-looking defence minister near the front of the school. She's on the way to the side of the school, armed with bamboo poles with ant-sensei blades taped to the top. Jogging on the spot, she stops to speak to him.

"Hello. Starting tomorrow, I'll be helping out as your teacher."

"Really?"

"I look forward to it."

"So you'll be Karasuma-sensei!" Kayano says in a bubbling voice.

"By the way, where is he?"

"Oh," Looking thoughtful, Kayano begins to walk, leading Karasuma to the side of the school. "Korosensei ruined the flowerbed and made Yada and Okano cry, so to make up for it, he handicapped himself for an assassination." Gesturing towards the yellow-green-striped blur whizzing around, dodging weapons, she points out the rope wrapped several times around Korosensei's waist, the other end connected to a tree branch. "Nagisa!" Joining her friend, Kayano offers her a bamboo pole. "Want to poke him?"

"Here's a little extra way as an apology," Korosensei says in a mocking voice. "You won't get many opportunities to have my movement restricted this much!"

"Thank you," Accepting the pole, Nagisa smiles at Kayano. "I just had the strangest idea."

"What is it?"

Nagisa whispers her plan into Kayano's ear and her eyes light up. "I thought we should have Hayami-san do this. She'll be the best." Nagisa speculates and Kayano nods.

"Hayami!" Kayano calls.

A girl with wavy orange hair let down just past her shoulders turns to look at them, her grass green eyes blinking curiously. Her name is Hayami Rinka, and she's who the girls are referring to. Kayano gestures for her to move over to them, and they whisper something in her ear.

Hayami nods and offers them a thumbs up, before pausing and bowing to Karasuma, who's just behind the two girls.

"Chiba!" Hayami calls, causing Chiba Ryonsuke, a boy with longish ink black hair and bangs that cover his eyes, to glance at her. "You got your penknife?" Chiba nods. "Ok. Boost me and pass it." Hayami points to the tree.

"What are you planning?" Karasuma asks, watching as Chiba moves about two meters (Six feet and eight inches) away from the tree, crouching down, his two hands interlaced, palms facing upwards, on his knees.

"Just watch," Kayano responds mysteriously.

Hayami takes a deep breath, kicking her shoes off, and begins running from where she is, in front of them. Just as she's roughly thirty centimeters (A foot) away from Chiba, she takes a running jump and her foot makes contact with Chiba's hands. Just as it does, he stands up and makes a throwing sort of gesture, and Hayami flies up into the air. Karasuma looks amazed, watching this junior high girl catapult into the air without a second thought. Hayami doesn't perform any acrobatics, merely grabbing the tree's branches and hoisting herself up. Chiba throws Hayami something small and she catches it, crawling along the branch to where Korosensei is.

This is all performed silently in less than a minute.

When Hayami reaches the rope connecting Korosensei to the branch, she makes a flicking motion with her wrist. Something gleams in the sunlight. The blade of a pocket knife as it is flicked out of its plastic case. Then, she looks at Chiba, who makes some movements with his hands, instructing her how to cut it. Hayami brings the blade down on the rope, and it immediately snaps.

Korosensei falls onto the floor, going completely motionless. Everyone freezes as well, registering it.

"CHIBA!" Hayami yells and the boy mentioned flings his knife.

Everyone moves after that, screaming. "KILL HIM!"

They are a fearsome mess, armed teenagers, some with amazing agility. Korosensei shrieks like a girl, rolling from side to side on the floor to avoid the attacks.

"Nyuuya! Watch out! Those things could poke an eyes out!"

"These notes may come in handy," Nagisa says haltingly, writing down a second one.

Korosensei weak points 2: Loses his composure rather easily.

"W-wait! My tentacles are tangled in the rope!" He stammers. "Why, you little-"

In a giant blast, Korosensei propels himself into the air, springing out of the ropes wrapped around his torso. He launches himself onto the roof, sweating and looking extremely vexed.

"Darn! He got away!" Okajima curses.

"We were so close," Kimura Masayoshi, boy with spiky green hair and small, dark, eyes sighs.

"You'll never make it up here, you lack the capacity!" Korosensei gloats. "You stupidheads!" He shakes out his robes, where the green knife Chiba had thrown had lodged itself. It clatters to the roof with almost no noise.

He's showing off his physical capabilities... Nagisa taps her pencil against the paper. What will go wrong?

"Hayami!" Chiba calls. He's already in position, some distance from the school building. Hayami stands on the branch she's on, looking unaffected by the way the branch is shaking, and leaps off the in a giant jump. Chiba doesn't hesitate to fling her as she nears him. Soon, having been catapulted onto the roof, Hayami slashes at Korosensei, who starts yelping and dodging frantically again, clearly not expecting any student to make it up.

"Nyuuya! Just a second, Hayami-san! No! Wait-" Korosensei finally grabs her blade, using two tiles he pried from the roof to prevent himself from being hurt by it. Before Korosensei can even think to groom her in retaliation, Hayami climbs off the building, surprisingly well-balanced.

"Nice, Hayami!" Nagisa exclaims when the green-eyed girl makes it onto the ground.

"It was a good idea you had," Hayami replies with simply. "Good job."

"That's it! I'm doubling today's homework!" Korosensei snarls spitefully, sweating intensely.

"So petty!" The class yells in unison.

Korosensei weak point 3: He's small-minded.

Korosensei promptly disappears.

"He's gone!" Kimura yells.

"But this is the closest we've ever gotten!" Kataoka is quick to cheer them up, a giant smile on her face.

"If we keep this up, we'll definitely get our chance to kill him!" Isogai adds. Their two class reps are quite something, indeed.

"Oo! Then we'll have ten billion!" Yada laughs.

Okano starts jumping up and down excitedly. "What shall I spend it on?"

"Ten billion!" Maehara slings an arm around Mimura and Isogai.

As the class cheers, Karasuma watches.

Junior High students talking happily about assassination? He muses. This is a strange place.

"Think we can kill him, Nagisa?" Kayano asks.

The blue-haired girl nods with a confident smile.

"Yeah. How else will we be able to live with him unless we can kill him?"

It's so strange,

Yada and Okano grab each other's hands, dancing around the courtyard.

How the liveliest students in this school,

Hayami and Chiba are conversing quietly, smiles on their normally stoic faces.

Are here in 3E,

Isogai draws some kind of battle plan on the floor, gesturing at it. Maehara nods, making some kind of joke that causes Mimura to laugh.

Where their target is teaching them.

Nagisa and Kayano exchange high fives, jubilant expressions on their faces.

"So those are the circumstances," A woman says quietly. "Considering the earth's current crisis, if you breathe a word of this, you will be forced to undergo a memory-wiping operation.

"Eh? Scary," A redhead, sitting on his couch, smirks, making the woman bristle in annoyance. In his right hand, he holds a sheet of paper.

"All the students of 3E have undergone the same explanation," She continues. The redhead nods, everything now clicking in his head. Recently, a certain blue-haired girl had been pretty vague about her teacher, the one she had been so fond of. Yukimura-sensei. And she had seemed more cheerful, smiling more and growing out of her shell. "Consider them part of the mission."

"After your suspension is released, you will return to the E Class. As such, you will be part of the same assassination assignment."

The redhead shifts, releasing the paper gently. It floats gently down and rests in the crack between the couch cushions. In his other hand, a green rubbery knife looks innocent. "So, uh, will this rubber knife really work?" The redhead bends the said knife back and forth.

"Yes. It's harmless to humans, but we guarantee it will work on him."

"That's good..." The redhead stabs the knife through the paper, lifting it up. "I've always wanted to try..." He releases the knife, where it falls onto the floor, the printed side of the paper up, showing a yellow octopus with green stripes on it's face.

"Killing a teacher..."

Golden eyes gleam from behind his crimson hair.

WHOA! I FINALLY FINISHED! OMG OMG OMG

THIS TOOK ME LONGER THAN EXPECTED! WHEW!

*collaspes onto couch*

*Springs up*

Alright, now for the extras (THERE ARE TWO THIS CHAPTER MUAHAHAHAHA), then the response to reviews.

Extras #1:

Phone call

"Hello?"

"Yo, Nagisa-chan."

"Ah. Karma, what is it?"

"So the government had a very interesting thing they were talking about. Had to do with an octopus."

"Did you learn about Korosensei?"

"Yep."

"Oh...How much?"

"Quick questions-"

"Wait, let me give you the mandatory warning. Ahem..."

"The mandatory what?"

"About the E Class, Karma. What else?"

"Oh. What even, Nagisa-chan?"

"You can drop the '-chan' you know..."

"Ah. No one near you, Nagisa?"

"Yes. Now, the warning..."

"What's the warning about?"

"Firstly, I have to say that the classroom really has no air conditioning at all. There are not even ceiling fans, or heaters. The lights are old and faulty, so we usually depend on light and ventilation, also the occasional breeze, from the window."

"Eh? Sounds pretty bad."

"So I would advise you not to wear your jacket."

"But we can both agree I look great in it."

"Well, it's certainly different..."

"Until you part with your waistcoat, I'm not parting with my jacket. It's Spring, after all. It could get chilly. Spring is super bipolar. Like girls on their periods."

"Karma, you did not just make a period joke."

"You're right. I didn't. Ignore that."

"...Because it's you, I will. Anyway, the toilets are graffitied and theres no toilet paper. Bring your own, ok?"

"I'm a guy. I don't need toilet paper."

"All the same..."

Extras #2

Acrobatics?!

"Eh, Rinka-chan, how did you and Chiba do that?" Kurahashi asks as she, Hayami, Okano and Kataoka walk home together. "I mean, you both have known each other forever but still..."

"We've only known each other for two years and two months. Not 'forever' as you put it," Hayami responds.

"Eh? Only?" Okano gapes. "That's really short! Your teamwork is..."

"We both took a short course in acrobatics over the holidays. His cousin nagged him into doing it, so he brought me along and apparently, I'm decent at it," Hayami shrugs like its no big deal. "I couldn't do splits or anything, but apparently my sense of balance is...good."

"Whoa..." Kataoka laughs. "I'm guessing it's very good?"

Hayami shrugs again.

"But, ACROBATICS?" Okano whines. "You should have brought me along too. I thought we were friends! I love moving my body, and you know that."

"I forgot."

"What?!"

ANNNNNNNNNNDDDDDD Now it's over.

Ok. *Cracks knuckles*

Response to reviews. Alright. I can do this...

From earliest reviews to latest:

Weitory: Muahahaha, here's the update! Hope you like it XD

Thorion2281: Aww, thank you! Sorry about that random scene. It was begging to be written. I'm sorry about the dialogue for Korosensei! It felt like an important point, and I couldn't bring myself to skip over it! He was so badass!

Konan248: Thank you! XD I LOVE KARUNAGI, *ahem*, I mean, I like Karma and Nagisa too! Ta daa! Updated!

Shiranai Atsune: You know? Well, I wasn't that subtle on it. [Or was I?] But oh, don't tell anyone, muahahahahahahahahahaha! All will be revealed...

Eventually.

Sentimentalcircus1002: REally? Well, thank you firstly for loving this so here, *shoves chapter* Have a new chapter.

Hikariwhite95: Thank you for the compliment :3 The update is here now XD

Hikariki-chan: (Or is it Emy? Hi!) Hi! Aww, thank you, but the chapter was rather long (This one is longer, tho) Do you really think that this is pretty good? Thank youuuuuuuu! I hoped you liked this story! It's not as good as the first one, though, but still hope you enjoy! The relationship between little Nagisa and the tall bean Karma? Well well well...All will be clear soon.

Or not.

GingerHale: You did? Thank you! I'm so sorry I made you cry though...*searches for tissues* I can't find any...hope you enjoy this chapter :O

Guest (1): あり顔！Or rather,谢谢, as they say in my country...Or thanks! (In english) Here's the update.

Guest (2): *poker face* She is implying nothing muahahahaha

(Well, actually she was bribing him with one piece of strawberry cheesecake, one book on gameplay and some kisses.)

[Whether the chocolate one of the other kind, I'll leave you guessing]

OK! That's all, then! I hoped you liked it, even though I started out realllllyyy slow.

Fun fact:

in my head, Nagisa is 145 cm, around four feet, ten inches, because I'm 163 irl, five feet, five and a half inches, and Nagisa being a smol bean is just adorable. So i guess in this fic she's a smol bean? No, that won't work. *Sighs* I'll just leave her a teeny bit shorter than she is in cannon. So her height is something like...155, or rather, five feet two? Four cm shorter than her cannon 159, five feet three and a half, but still tall enough that the height difference is still cute.

(What height difference? The one between her and Karma, of course! Nurufufufufufufufufu *Korosensei laugh*)