The Questionable


Ran peeked over the top of his textbook, sharp green-eyes examining Koro-sensei with surprising intensity. He wasn't blinking. His inner Harry was laughing, enjoying how the cephalopod twitched every time Ran looked up. It was turning into a game, where the yellow blob would try and catch Ran in the act, only to be foiled when the teen hid behind his textbook. Of course, the cephalpod could've ended this little game sooner by using his speed, but that would have taken the fun out of it.

However, it seemed as if the octopus (?) had had enough, appearing in front of his troublesome student in one short burst of speed. "Whaaaat?" Was whined, round face drawn down in an over-exaggerated frown. "Do I have something on my face? Are my tentacles not on right? Am I ugly?" (Korosensei Weakness #10: He worries about appearance).

Ran was silent for a second before "Oh, Koro-sensei, you scared me." Of course, his pale face was as emotionless as ever. "And why are you asking about your looks? You always look the same to me. Weird, yellow and round." It was obvious the last part wasn't supposed to be said aloud, but it was enough to send Korosensei to his corner of woe, squishy tentacle making "sqk" sounds as it punched the wall.

He said that on purpose, was the rest of the class's thoughts.

"Korosensei," Yukiko's kind voice, coupled with her gentle smile brought the depressed octopus out of his corner, sensing a sympathetic shoulder to cry on. Only to freeze at her next words, "Please stop sulking, we have an event to focus, do ignore Ran-kun's insult and at least try to be serious."

Harry was impressed, his first thought at seeing the quiet girl wasn't all that generous, but seeing the steel backbone as well as her ability to keep smiling no matter how cold her words were - it was very admirable. And so, Yukiko was now dubbed, "Yuki-onna." as witnessed by the entirety of Class-E.

But it seemed the recently nicknamed teen didn't like that at all, "Please refrain from calling me that Ran-kun."

"But Yuki-onna is Yuki-Onna. Cold and beautiful, all in one."

Okajima, all too perverted and not at all ashamed, slithered up behind Yukiko and grinned - lips curved and curling at the sides, a smile almost as weird as Korosensei's. "You're so smooth Kokujin, you tryna talk her up?"

Ran cocked his head to the side, green eyes blankly confused. "Talk her up? What does that mean?"

The nearly bald-headed teen looked shocked, rearing back as if slapped, "You mean that's all natural?" Ran sidestepped a tackle, "Give me some of that charm!"

The class watched with large question marks popping up over their heads as Okajima tried - and failed - again and again to grab their troublesome, blank-faced classmate in a headlock. It all looked like an odd game of tag. Finally, with a suspiciously placed Korosensei - Ran tripped over air.

"Ha!" Wrapping an arm around Kokujin's neck, Okajima drilled his fist into surprisingly soft hair and prayed that some of that natural playboy skills would rub onto him.

Ran sighed and ignored the stares they were garnering, pulling on muscled arms in a weak attempt to escape. "Kimoi-Jima (Creepy Jima), it hurts, release me."

"Not until I'm as charming as you are. The Gods will finally grace my good-looks with the charisma it deserves!" Ran wouldn't have been surprised if maniacal laughter followed that rather conceited statement.

"Kimoi-Jima will never be charming. Kimoi-Jima is Kimoi. Your looks match already."

"Why, you little brat!"

"Waaaaah. Koro-sensei, tell Kimoi-Jima to let me go, this is abuse."

Though Korosensei hadn't changed colors, the entire class could tell the octopus was amused and didn't seem all that eager to intervene. That was when Nagisa stepped up, blue pigtails bouncing as he spoke, "Okajima-kun, could you let Ran-kun go? He doesn't seem to be enjoying-"

Bam.

"-it." Nagisa trailed off, eyes widening a bit in shock when Okajima went flying over his head and into a wall. The perverted teen landed on his head and slid down until only his legs were touching the wall. "Whoa."

Then he jumped up and rushed back towards Ran, "I didn't even notice you moving! How did you-"

"I'm happy to see my students enjoying their free-time." Karasuma-sensei was smiling. All teeth.

Class 3-E gulped. Ran blinked, "But-" That was as far as he got, before Dasai-Terasaka (Uncool) wrapped a large hand around the bottom half of his face, growling a short, "Shut up," only for Karma to continue, a devil's smirk curving his lips.

"But we're students, free-time is a guarantee."

"I believe there is a 100% chance Karasuma-sensei will double our training for the next class." A beatific smile lit up Ritsu's face, camera zooming out until her entire figure was shown, flowers blooming as she posed in the typical school-girl way. Both hands by her face with the victory sign and one leg kicked up behind her.

"That's not a good thing robot-girl," Kirara commented, the gloom surrounding her growing. "We'll die next class, not that it'll matter to you, considering you're not real."

"And to interrupt that argument before it starts -" Korosensei stood between them, even as guns appeared from Ritsu's black box - all aimed at Kirara. "Let's get back to talking about the Athletic Event."

"We haven't even started." Itona pointed out, a toy car in his hands. "But why should we worry? Class-E are assassins in training. A 100-meter run shouldn't matter."

Karasuma face-palmed. Itona had just made every ego in the room grow with his careless words, and of course it's up to him to pop those bubbles. "In a 100-meter run, you'll all lose." Pop. Manami's watery eyes were on him and though it made him feel like he was kicking a puppy, the government agent continued, "You are all trained for quick kills. The highest you will place will be second and even that's being optimistic. The track and field will defeat you soundly."

There was a wooden silence where the more sensitive ones were giving him puppy-eyes, the hot-headed training death-glares through his head while Karma and Ran stood on the side grinning.

Well, Karma was grinning - devil's tail and all - Ran just looked less statue-like.

"And no Karma," Korosensei interjected with a knowing smirk, "We will not poison, maim or incapacitate them in any way."

"Alright, you won't catch us." And when had Karma turned I into us? Korosensei didn't know when the duo had started talking but, he snuck a quick peek at the chatting couple, it was slightly scary. If Nagisa joined... he shivered. Let's not think about that. Karma had the brains and ruthlessness. Ran was intelligent as well, his poker-face and unusual skill-set. Nagisa's observation skills were frightening, not to mention the natural hit-man talent Korosensei knew he had. The trio would be a force to be reckoned with.

Oh well, not his problem.

It was only after the class was dismissed that Korosensei and Karasuma-sensei realized what Karma said. 'Alright, you won't catch us.'

The next day, the entire track and field team was out sick and part of both the football and tennis team was missing.


a/n: I do believe the sudden increase of reviews was because of the plot twists being thrown left and right in the manga. I had not expected any of that. I rushed this chapter and I think there's errors around every corner. Just hit me up when you see one and tell me.

Reviews: Thank you all for the reviews.

Taj: I am happy to say that was my plan all along and you just anticipated that.

Cho-no-Iro: Thank you for that, but there isn't much to begin with XD and yeah, I noticed that as well, but my 'u' button was stuck and didn't wanna work.

GenderlessPerson: I love slash. And I literally shipped everyone in the AK manga. So it was going to happen at some point. And yup, Fran was my muse for Ran - not to mention Kuroko. They both are my favorites, ever. Thank you for you kind words and I hope this is good enough.

moonglazerz: Please. Continue to ramble. I love reviews like that because they're awesome. And yes, Ran is pretty cool XD And Korosensei deserves it. He allows gets under everyone else's skins and no one but Karma tries to do the same to him. Now he has a teammate. Class A would prolly die. I hope. Thanks for the review.

Cowpog-GreenBean: The anime is supposed to be good. I haven't watched it yet. But I really want to. Thanks for the review!